Yes Catherine knows how to use every advantage of her heels, gaining a few inches in height to talk eye to eye to any predator, straightening her post...re and tightening those sporty but slender legs just pushing up her perfectly formed ass cheeks as she parades with an accentuated, visible wiggle throughout her territory at work. Every morning she clearly enjoys making heads turn as she introduces every male in the open office environment to her new outfits that have been carefully chosen at. I pulled out a sexy little slave outfit with no bra and a little black pair of panties.I walked out and she had a shy expression on her face. I had her take a few normal pictures of me sitting and laying on my bed, nothing too seductive, that is, until my breast fell out of the top of my shirt. She took the picture anyway and pointed it out afterward."Maybe you could do it completely topless? You know, in just your panties?" she suggested."That wouldn't be a little weird, would it?" I. "As I extend them, like I would to receive cuffs, he just snaps a lace garter around each wrist."Hands behind your head now, Kiki."When I was in position, he took two more of the elastic cuffs, and snapped them onto me, one around the base of each breast. I looked, and felt, like an exposed fool."I know you like costumes, Kiki, so here you go. You're a French maid. Now, I need you to clean my apartment. I expect the washroom gleaming from top to bottom and I want the living room, dining room,. With my hatchet in easy reach by my side I rested, panting. And then, again, I passed out.I have hazy recollections of waking up in the dark, still under the conifer, seeing stars twinkling through the canopy, before passing out again and again.And in the morning I awoke and looked around. There, in front of me, lying beside me, facing me, was a face. I struggled to focus. Whose face? The roundness of the face swam in focus, never sharp enough for me to see whose face it was! Was it an enemy?.